She was meth skinny and Maybelene pretty— both without the benefit of drugs or makeup other than rings of black kohl under her eyes. She only ever applied eyeliner on the bottom lids; even that small amount made her eyes sink like dusky-bruises into her perfect skull, all but consuming the whites. Her face was wan, filled with amethyst; shadows pooled in the hollows of her cheeks and stretched long and slender along her neck.